Broke to the wide I land in Myanmar. My first goal – find an ATM. There are four of them at the airport. The first three don’t accept any of my cards. The last one does it reluctantly, but in the end we manage to come to an agreement and I can breathe a sigh of relief.

Burmese ATMs are a novelty. Couple of months ago the only way to get local currency was by exchange of freshly printed dollars – of perfect look and untarnished. Risk of fraud dictates strict conditions in most Asian countries, but the obsession reaches its zenith here. The money is counted in the hundreds of thousands. For the first time in my life my wallet is too small.